Chapter 443 442. Letter
“Even if you say so.”
Lan En was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.
His brilliant silver hair shines softly in the sunset.
“I cannot promise you, Your Majesty.”
"You just analyzed the international situation and the rumors with ulterior motives. If that's all, it doesn't matter. I can take Ciri away. Give her a forged identity so that she can remain anonymous and live a life different from that of the heir to the throne. This pair It's not difficult for me, but..."
"You were vague when talking about the unexpected law, that is, please forgive me for saying this, the irreversible fate."
"Can I think so: you feel something is wrong. Your previous life has made you understand that the world is full of strange situations caused by coincidences and accidents, and now, you feel that you are teasing and Violating this 'coincidence, accident'."
"Because you did not transfer custody of Ciri at the right time as you made with Geralt."
Blue. En crossed his arms and leaned against the tree trunk. He weighs his words carefully, making sure they don't hurt himself or others.
Calanthe did not appear to be injured.
The queen of Sintra nodded calmly.
"Yes, I admit, I feel bad, and it is getting worse. But there is one thing that needs to be added: I once wanted to transfer custody, but the witcher was afraid."
Calanthe smiled contemptuously.
"He is afraid of assuming the custody responsibility of a young life, worried that he cannot take good care of the child, and worried that he cannot make her become a good person. It is funny like a husband who refuses to believe that his wife is pregnant."
"Yeah." Lan En pressed his forehead, his expression as if Mentos had just filled his head with data. "As far as I know, he is an awkward person. It is indeed possible that he could do such a thing."
"But this has nothing to do with what I am going to say, Your Majesty."
Blue En put down his hand: "During Geralt's journey last year, we briefly talked about the existence of 'destiny'."
"Then whether the 'Witcher Philosophers' What’s the outcome of the discussion?”
“Great irony, Your Majesty. But we know very well that we are not philosophers,” Lan En said calmly.
"We didn't discuss the results until the end, but Geralt asked me to ask an individual whether 'destiny' really exists."
"The name of this individual is not well known to the public, but she I am indeed qualified to comment on 'Destiny' and I got the answer from her."
"You made me feel like I was listening to a story told to a little girl, but since it was you who said it." Calanthe raised his chin and signaled Lan En. "Please continue."
"Then I will say it straight: fate exists and has its own logic. This is also the reason why I cannot take Ciri away, because she is destined not to be taken away by me. "
"You and Geralt, no matter what the reason is, one is holding on to custody and the other is not holding custody, it doesn't matter. What you feel is important. There's nothing wrong, Your Majesty. Things are going bad because of your entanglement."
Lan En recounted calmly.
He did not forget his promise to his friend. On the night he came back, he discussed the topic of 'destiny' with the lady in the lake.
Today’s words are just pure narrations.
“Ciri must be taken away by Geralt himself, otherwise he will be irresponsible for the other handlers, because then everyone involved will be involved.”
“ Like. A whirlpool?”
"Yes, like a whirlpool."
Calanthe pursed her lips and stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance, without speaking for a long time.
"So what can we do in the face of the 'whirlpool'? I don't even know where the demon hunter is now, damn it."
When he spoke again, There was a vibrato in Calanthe's voice.
Lan En frowned and watched this scene.
"I will write to Geralt and tell him my answer. If he understands his priorities, he should be able to overcome his immature fear this time."
"It seems so. There is no better way." Calanthe murmured, "My royal spies will also go to him and ask him to come to Cintra as soon as possible. It's so interesting that I have been pursuing the initiative all my life, and I have succeeded every time. , and now he actually wants to find a demon hunter."
The sky began to darken, and Lan En's expression gradually disappeared in the shadow of the leaves. "Leaving aside the fate aspect, the hostility in the South has reached such an emergency?"
"Otherwise why should I be so anxious, Lan En? War"
Calanthe raised his head and looked back, looking directly into Lan En's eyes.
“The war is coming.”
The queen stood up from the bench swing and adjusted her lace dress with all her strength.
"Please stay with Ciri tonight. Haxo will entertain you well. I have to take a rest."
"Goodbye, [Hunter Lord]. Be careful. , I... have a... strange feeling... this may be the last time I see you."
"Yes, goodbye."
Lan En pushed his body against the tree trunk, stood up straight and saluted.
"Your Majesty the Queen."
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Even though he has emphasized to himself many times that war is not something he should care about, Lan En still can't help it. Think more.
There is one thing bad about the soul from the information age -
His association ability is too good.
What is war? That is the most violent and ugliest social activity of mankind.
At that time, even the daily natural disasters seemed amiable, at least the harm caused by nature was emotionless.
Malicious.
Just the malice revealed in the war is enough to make many people collapse.
On this night, Haxor did treat the three demon hunters well according to the queen's instructions.
The king of Cintra, the prince from the Skellige Islands - Ester Tursek, this man is a bold and generous man.
Typical islander appearance and strong character.
After hearing that [Hunter Lord] came to his castle, he didn't feel scared or uncomfortable at all, as if he was not a noble.
He roared boldly, doubling the size of the banquet.
Gede chatted with him very well. When the two were drinking together, the crown on the king's head rolled under the table and was buried under the bones of the roast suckling pig.
Calanthe asked Lan En to accompany Ciri, but she seemed to be a little confused when she said this.
Ciri is not in the castle tonight. She is a lively person who can’t rest. She is having fun outside at the moment.
She would pretend to be a princess, arrive at a not-so-prominent, but very interesting, princely and aristocratic home, and play with the friends there for a few days.
This was her usual way of passing boring time.
Lan En was unlucky this time, so after the banquet, he could only start writing a letter to Geralt.
The letter will describe the answer he got from the lady in the lake, and will also describe the cruelty and ruthlessness of fate.
“She is your destiny, she is your responsibility! Geralt!”
“Even if it is just for safety, you should come and take her away!”
"Geralt, since Ciri was born, your wishes and plans no longer matter. It doesn't matter what you reject or give up. For the sake of plague and cholera, even you are not worth mentioning. ! Do you understand?”
The quill stopped at the end.
Lan En looked at the parchment that was gradually drying and exhaled.
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